Hannah's Morning

The house is empty except for Hannah as she walks into the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for work. She peels off her pink silk pajama top, her large, soft breasts bouncing as she removes the shirt. Her phone dings, as she reaches for it she has flashbacks to last night. Laying in her bed looking up at her phone as she rubbed her fingers up and down her swollen, wet folds. Every ding making her eyes lock onto the new message from Tyrell. Him sending her pictures of that massive, veiny, powerful black cock that last night, and hell even right now, made her tastebuds cascade with electricity remembering the how amazing it tasted whenever she thinks about it. She remembers cumming so unbelievably hard that she made a mess of the sheets that she had to hide from her husband.

The message she just got turned out to be nothing but now her mind raced again thinking about yesterday. Sitting on Tyrells couch, bobbing her head up and down on his lap, looking down the thick black cock from her lips into Kayla's gorgeous eyes as she looked up at her while she licked, kissed, and sucked on Tyrells massive, heavy black nuts.

Hannah closed her eyes in an effort to stop thinking about it. Making her mind race so fast it couldnt concentrate on one single image or thought as she took deep breaths. When she opened her eyes she looked forwards into the mirror, seeing her naked body in all of its time defying glory. Her massive round tits with perfectly shaped pink nipples sitting high on her chest just above a flat stomach and snatched waist, making her hips flare out. She turned to her side as she focused on her hips to see her ass jutt out, round and thick, jiggling a little as she turned in place. Admiring her body in what feels like the first time in a long time. Not critiquing her curves like she used to. As she twisted and turned in front of the mirror she locked onto her bush, remembering what Kayla had said. Running her fingers through her thick bush as Kayla's soft, sweet voice floated through her head, "Tyrell likes his girls shaved..". Then remembering how good Kayla's smooth, slick pussy felt on her lips and tongue as she licked her.

"I'm.. Not one of his girls though.. I'm married.." Hannah thought in her head.

"I'm Jerry's.. girl.." Something about that last little bit didnt roll off her mind's tongue quite easily. She almost had to **** it.

Before she knew it she had her can of shaving cream and a razor infront of her. She took them up in her hands, "I'm Jerry's girl.." she says in her head as she squirts the shaving cream into her hands and massaged it in. Taking the razor and slowly chipping away at the edges of her bush. "I'm Jerry's girl.." Slowly seeing more and more smooth pale skin where she hasn't in years. Chanting it in her head as she shaves as though she's trying to convince someone yet the only person who can hear it doesn't even think it sounds quite right. Before long she's gone carefully over her curves and is looking down at her pussy, a little red from the razor and stray bits of shaving cream here and there. Hannah steps into the shower and lets the water run over her, her hand wiping away shaving cream and the smooth feeling of a freshly shaved pussy tingling under her fingers. Her delicate fingers sliding down giving her almost brand new sensations as they glide so effortlessly through her folds. Hannah bites her lip as one hand goes to the wall to support her as her other hand seems to have a mind of its own, exploring her gloriously slick pink lips. Her mind racing once again as the image of a massive black cock pops up in her head making her legs jerk and her hand doesn't miss a beat. A whimper escapes her plump lips as she fights in her head "I'm Jerry's girl.." as she tries to fade the image of the cock in her mind and a faint image of Jerry's pale uninteresting body pops up next to the image of the black cock in her head. She face physically scrunches up like a sour taste of a lemon hits her tongue. Her hand never stops working in circles on her pussy as each image in her mind pulses, one becoming opaque for a moment before its the other images turn. The heat in her pussy kicking up sporadically lining up with whenever it's a certain images turn. Chasing that heat she begins getting closer and closer to it til the image of Jerry suddenly vanishes and the image of the cock expands. Upwards a set of perfectly sculpted darks abs ripple upwards to massive pecs and heavy perfect biceps. Her jaw drops as he hand goes wild as her minds eye continues upwards and his strong jaw, covered in a immaculately edged beard surrounding the thick set of lips she lovingly sucked on and slid her tongue all over and past yesterday. His eyes looked back at her expectantly with a stern glare melting her into a little girl who just wants to do whatever she can to appease him. Her pussy squelching under her fingers as she softy whimpers "I'm Jerry's girl..." out loud over and over again yet not an image of Jerry to be found in her mind. Just Tyrell, naked, staring right back at her defiantly as an orgasm rips through her body under the water of the shower.

Panting with one hand on the wall and one cradling her pussy as aftershocks of her orgasm softly ripple up her back and down her legs. Sliding down to her knees panting up into the warm water raining down onto her from the shower above. Drops hitting her face as her plump lips part searching for air. Water running down the perfect curves of her breasts, her nipples getting tiny quick jolts of electricity every so often. Her hand fumbles up to the knob to turn off the water and she stays there on her knees as her mind races. Her skin so hot and flushed that the cooling water pales in comparison, losing it's battle to cool her down to the heat emanating from her core.